[RECOMMENDED THAT YOU READ HV&HM FIRST]
"You think he'll let you?"
"You think he can stop me?"
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Margeux can't decide whether she's a sociopath, or a psychopath. Continuous events tend to sway her either way. Out of all the people she could...
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OKAY, SO, PERHAPS the rest of the team won't be looking for us. Maybe my father hid us that well. Maybe we're not as important. At least I know where Margeux is, even if I can't see her.
I share my cell with two other guys. One of them is lanky and ratty looking - but the other is an absolute machine with tattoos down his arms and bruises all over his back. I've decided not to get on his bad side - not that I can't take him. Just that he looks like he has anger issues and I don't want the drama.
The first night here was absolute shit as well. People were screaming and banging on the walls the entire night - either because they're absolutely psycho or because they want to piss off the guards, I don't know.
And I thought I was going to hate the food. Instead it's just pretty simple and not disgusting at all. Like mashed potato and broccoli. Normal foods. Plain. Sustenance. I couldn't care less.
The real issues start, when it's time to enter the yard. This is where people band up. Where they go to their groups. Or hang out alone...although loners get picked on. Especially new ones. Which means I'm going to have to come up with a plan.
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Alright. Plan made up. We're winging it.
For me, winging it means finding an unused area, and just staying there, to mind my own business. Which is working pretty well so far. I get there, nobody talks to me, and I get to think about how I'm going to get out of here. I still haven't spoken with the cops yet. Maybe I can talk my way out of it and sound innocent. Then again my father is rich enough he can bury my words with money.
But...maybe Margeux could.
She's talked herself out of a lot of murders she's definitely committed. Even when I knew she committed one, she still didn't give me any signs of nervousness. In fact, she outsmarted me, sort of. Because I couldn't prove she'd done it.
Still. I don't want to risk it. Maybe if it were anyone else. Literally anyone else, I could throw them in. But she's different. For the first time in my life I actually like someone.
Don't get me wrong - Sasha and Elliot are great. I always cared about them. They were my first friends. But they were more like annoying siblings. I didn't like them necessarily, but I still cared for them.
Which is why Margeux being the first person I like, for real, is so confusing - because I'd say she's even more annoying than Sasha and Elliot.
"What did you do?" Suddenly a voice has me looking up from the ground and at him.
One of my cell mates stands behind this new tough-guy-persona person. It's the ratty lanky one with long hair and a pedophile moustache. He sleeps in the same room as me. And here he is, a shorter but bulkier man beside him, trying to recruit me.
